Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.